Jan. 30th, 2012

Jan. 30th, 2012

Heroic acts are their own rewards, otherwisewhy do them? Now the huris come and go.You can ask them for whatever you want here,a girl who never loved you, a whore in Khyberyou’d heard about, but your faith denied.

Years later when she came before the prophet declaring her allegiance, you could not stopyour erection. Those Ethiopian beautiesof the Najashi harem. Boys of all ages,I had had enough of them when I asked for my first wife

whom they’d had to drag from some deep pitin Jehenem. The angel said I can have her here,and she’d still burn there at the same time.It was like the old days between us, but I wasn’t sureit was her. She was charmed by my wings.

“It’s true what they said about you then,”she chuckled, having found something elseto laugh at me for. I told her my version of the story:the famous battle—we were such a small armybefore the Byzantines gathered against us.

I held the prophet’s banner in my left, fightingwith my right arm which soon got lopped off.Then I held the banner with my left and triedto stop the bleeding. Then another horsemanchopped off my left. I held the banner with

bleeding stumps and ran toward the rear.The same horseman chased me and cut off my head.For a second I faced the sky, then my left eyesettled in the dust. It was such a dance, some gameyou’d see played by the clowns in the fair of Ukadz.

History does record everything. Sometimesit’s the victim’s story that survives.And my reward was virgins, virgins,and every time you thrust into one of themshe returns to her virginity, her vagina

tightening up again. No blood, thank God.When I asked for my wife, I asked thatshe not be a virgin. I wanted her like I had her.She was confused about being let out of hell.They’d cleaned her, but her eyes were pearled off

as if she had not blinked for years.And for the first time since my deathI saw sweat, one stream rolling from underher left ear down the side of her neckinto the top of her chest. Before it slid

between her breasts, I licked it off.I sniffed her, the smell of burning still lingeredin her armpits. I rested my head on her chestand remembered my one life before. When I awokethe angels had come and taken her back.